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{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style P-No indent|The proud Queen sits stately on Windsor’s green lawn,
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The proud Queen sits stately on Windsor’s green lawn,
Her ladies at croquet are playing;
Her ladies at croquet are playing;
She watches their game as the evening creeps on,
She watches their game as the evening creeps on,
And smiles as the balls go a-straying.}}
And smiles as the balls go a-straying.


They roll through the wickets; the arches are passed,
They roll through the wickets; the arches are passed,
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Instead of the red ball, is throwing
Instead of the red ball, is throwing
A babe’s gory head, which comes rolling, to fall
A babe’s gory head, which comes rolling, to fall
At her feet, with its lifeblood still flowing!}}
At her feet, with its lifeblood still flowing!


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{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style P-No indent|The head of a babe, pinched with torture and white—
The head of a babe, pinched with torture and white—
And its golden locks dabbled with gore;
And its golden locks dabbled with gore;
The lips speak reproach, though the eyes lack their sight—
The lips speak reproach, though the eyes lack their sight—
Till the Queen shrieks: “Torment me no more!”}}
Till the Queen shrieks: “Torment me no more!”


She calls her physician to come to her aid,
She calls her physician to come to her aid,
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No, no, haughty Queen, though that stain is still wet,
No, no, haughty Queen, though that stain is still wet,
’Tis of innocent blood, and will fade never more!
’Tis of innocent blood, and will fade never more!
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{{Style P-No indent|New York, May 25, 1877.}}}}
New York, May 25, 1877.}}